When She Rose From the Ashes (Natalie and Jensen) novel Chapter 557

**TITLE: HereSelf 557**
**CONTENT: Chapter 557 Mr. Baron**

“You old scoundrel! If anything happens to my son, I won’t let you off!” Loretta’s voice was a fierce storm, her heart racing with a mix of fear and anger. The very thought of her son being harmed sent chills down her spine, igniting a fire within her that demanded justice.

Loretta couldn’t bring herself to trust Rachel’s hollow promises. She swiftly moved to support Jensen, her eyes scanning the chaotic scene around them, desperate to escape the suffocating tension.

Just then, the wailing siren of an ambulance pierced through the air, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.

“Let’s get Mr. Jensen into the ambulance first. We need to get to the hospital immediately for a full check-up,” Hansel ordered, his voice steady despite the turmoil swirling around them.

His skepticism towards Rachel was palpable. How could someone who had orchestrated Jensen’s kidnapping suddenly appear so benevolent? It was a facade that he refused to accept.

Loretta nodded vigorously, her heart pounding in her chest as she helped Jensen into the ambulance, her thoughts racing with worry.

The police had dispatched an officer to accompany them, a necessary precaution. After all, they still needed to gather statements and ensure that the truth would not be buried under the weight of intimidation.

The crowd that had gathered around them had formed a fleeting spectacle, quickly dissipating as if they were mere shadows.

Waylon and Flynn observed the scene unfold, satisfaction etched on their faces. They had managed to handle the Rachel situation with a deftness that kept the Stone family’s name untarnished. Although it wasn’t the cathartic release they had hoped for, the presence of their eldest son, Moses, made direct involvement unwise.

Baron’s strategy, they agreed, was the most prudent course of action.

In a hushed tone, Flynn leaned closer to Waylon, his brow furrowed with concern. “Dad, even though Rachel has been captured, I doubt her backer will simply fade away. We should arrange for some surveillance near the police station to uncover exactly who is pulling her strings.”

“I was thinking the same thing,” Waylon replied, rising to his feet and stretching his weary limbs. “Let’s move. We can’t engage in the interrogation that follows. We’ll relay everything we know to the police later, and they will provide us with a satisfactory explanation. Natalie is probably at home, restless and worried. We should return to her. With Baron having taken James, he likely won’t be back tonight.”

Flynn’s thoughts drifted to the women and children waiting for them at home, and he nodded in agreement, a sense of urgency propelling them forward.

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As the Stone family members arrived, their presence was ghostly, slipping in and out of sight without a sound.

The covert operation at the airport had taken place without alerting anyone, a testament to their careful planning.

Waylon and Flynn returned to the villa, their minds still racing with thoughts of the evening’s events.

Sure enough, Natalie was wide awake, her eyes betraying a mix of worry and exhaustion.

As they entered, she instinctively glanced behind them, her voice laced with concern. “Where’s Baron?”

“Baron had other business to attend to and may be working late into the night. But don’t fret; it’s all very safe here. Your brother and I were worried about you, so we decided to come back first. Rachel has been taken into police custody, so you can finally breathe easy. Her backup didn’t seem to show up; they were likely intercepted by Baron’s team. It’s getting late, sweetheart. You should try to rest. It’s not good for girls to stay up all night,” Waylon said, his heart aching at the sight of the dark circles under his daughter’s eyes.

At the news of Rachel’s capture, a wave of relief washed over Natalie. Knowing that there was no movement from James’ side reassured her that Baron was indeed successful. With Shauna by his side, she felt a sense of security.

Only then did she acknowledge her own fatigue, the weight of the night’s events finally catching up with her.

Noticing the weariness in Waylon and Flynn’s eyes, she nodded in agreement.

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